Free Pretend With Me (Midnight Society #1) by Jemma Grey Page B

charming such as that.” He leaned
towards me, his breath washing over my skin. I could feel
his body heat or maybe it was me, I didn't know - my brain
cells had started clicking off already. I inhaled his scent
again, knowing this would only make it harder to resist the
urge to rip his clothes off, but I couldn’t help myself, he
just smelled so good.
“I thought about it,” I answered honestly, inhaling
deeply. Damn, most of my brain cells had gone from
stunned to completely fried. Did he know the effect he
was having on me? That he could make me feel things
beyond pain and heartache, things I'd given up on feeling
ever again? What was this thing between us, and why in
God's name was it so intense?
“But?” he encouraged gently kissing my cheek and ear,
teasing me. I got my answer then – yes he did know, and
he was having a field day. Maybe two could play at this
game.
“But…” I whispered in his ears and gently touched his
cheek with my lips, tasting the mixture of cheese and
butter. “I would have ruined this perfectly good moment,”
I muttered, making my way from his ear to his lips. I
watched with a deep sense of satisfaction as he pulled away
from me shocked and amazed.
I then wrapped my good hand around his neck, once
again copying his movements. “What? No comeback?” I
asked and touched my lips to his for just a slow second. I
felt him smile against my lips and I pulled back looking at
him. In his eyes, he held the world. I closed my eyes and
this time when I kissed him, it wasn’t brief, quick or gentle.
It was just then I heard a familiar voice – an impossible
voice, one that should not exist anymore, telling me that
he was dead and I was moving on. That he was gone and I
was betraying him.
My whole body tensed, my muscles locked and my eyes
shot open. I was on my back; Eric was on top of me.
Silent tears rolled down the sides of my face. Eric pulled
away but he didn’t say anything. He just looked at me with
eyes that seemed to be studying my soul, and I instantly
felt like I was standing naked in front of a crowd.
“What happened to you, Jen?” His voice was just an
echo. I swallowed and then took in a deep breath, trying to
calm my frantic heart. I opened my mouth to say
something – anything at all – but nothing came out so I
shut it.
“Jen... please let me help you. I know something
happened... Why won’t you let me in..?”
I stared into his eyes and saw only the truth. But I
couldn’t tell him – I couldn’t relive that. I was struggling to
keep myself from breaking apart as it was already. I didn’t
want to shatter into pieces again. Once in a lifetime was
enough. “I’m tired,” I heard myself say.
Quietly he rolled off me and onto his back. I heard him
let out a sigh and I turned my head to him. Great, I
thought, now Eric hated me as much as I hated myself.
I was suddenly shocked at how much this thought hurt
me. All the time this was what I had wanted. So why was
there a sharp, aching pain where my heart should be? What
was going on?
I sat up on the bed and he followed. He raised a hand
to cup my cheek, but before he could touch me, I pulled
away from him. “I...” I started confused and horrified. I
had no idea what I was trying to say or how to say
anything. I couldn’t form a coherent thought in my head.
“I – just leave me alone,” I snapped frustrated at my own
confusion and pain.
“What did I do now?” he asked at the edge of anger. I
was suddenly pissed at him.
“Nothing!” I screamed and stormed out the house.
Minutes later I was once again on the beach. Everything
was warm – the sand under my feet, the gentle breeze, the
water splashing at my ankles.
About an hour later, Eric came out of the house with a
white plate in one hand and a huge cup in the other. The
aroma of food filled my nose, making me remember just
how hungry I was.
He sat at my side, facing me and then placed the cup
and plate between us. “I bear food and Coke,” he smiled.